Daddy, Take Me Ch. 58-62

Daddy kept shifting his pelvis, his beautiful daddy-cock already dripping his seed inside Maisie. He leaned over and latched onto her nipple, madly sucking and licking her. Their desirous dance picked up pace, as they deliriously took each other. I watched, as Maisie's tummy contacted, her body shook and her feet quivered.

Daddy held her, their lips joined, as he stoically quivered his daddyness deep inside our Maisie. He was waiting, waiting for Maisie to cum, 'til he gushed his potent, musky seed inside her.

Her face turned the most beautiful deep-red, as she climaxed on the fleshy, hard cock that was scything in and out of her wetness.

"Ahh...so...ahh...so...GawwwwdTom....ahh...that's...ahh...just...ahh...kiss...ahh...meeeee..." and her body shook and she orgasmed. I loved her cum-face, that exquisite, contorted look when she seemed to stop breathing, 'til she exhaled her last breath and died.

"Kissssss..." she cried, and daddy gushed, his cock lurching and pummelling Maisie. Her head flew back, his scalding, hot seed piercing her valley now.

"FUC—" daddy cried, and grunted his seed into Maisie, as she slapped his chest, now completely taken by a...man!

"Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh..." she whined, their bodies in perfect sync, as they held and loved one another. Daddy's hips urgently flicked into Maisie, her body wriggling and rippling under his.

His hands were cradling her face, as they pushed and pulled each other, their joyous union finally complete.

I think I came again, too. I could, somehow, feel daddy's pulsing cock inside me, feel his spermies filling me, just as they were Maisie.

I wanted to lean over, kiss her and share this experience, but Belle held me in her tight arms.

We watched, we all watched, as daddy's hips slowed, but his spent cock still sliding and taking her. I looked at moms and mouthed a silent, "Wow!" and they giggled at me.

Daddy was softly kissing Maisie's humid face, pushing her damp hair back and helping her to catch her breath. He leaned down and, almost reverently, kissed her breasts. Maisie's hands went to his head and she playfully slapped him.

"Good?" daddy facetiously asked. "I mean, if not," he smirked, and pushed into her sodden valley, again.

"Fuck...you...Tom," she giggled, and pulled his lips to hers.

"You're sure?" he asked again, moving his hand over her forehead and smiling down at her.

"Just...just fucking kiss me," she grinned, her lungs still gasping for air.

Daddy was still inside her, probably hard and leaking.

"So..." he smirked, "shall we? Again?" he grinned, his hips surreptitiously grinding on her clitty.

"God...I should say no and just take in what's happened, but..." she chuckled, and lifted her hips.

Daddy began his slow dance again, 'til Maisie chuckled, swatted his chest and exclaimed, "You're bloody serious, aren't you! I was...I was joking! Ohhhhh, God, Tom...That was....everything...and more. Thankyouthankyouthankyou," she giggled, and plastered his face and chest with kisses.

"I'm so glad it was me, Maisie. This was...special," and tenderly kissed her, again.

She turned to Belle and me, and then my moms, and laughed.

"Yeah. Okay! I get it...now," she sniggered, and lifted her hips again. She gently pushed my dad off her, his slick cock slowly exiting her sopping cunt.

"Ohhhh...fuck!" she cried, not at all happy with the loss of his girth.

Daddy moaned, too, but was quickly, and I mean quickly, attacked by my moms. They bathed their faces in the mingling juices of Maisie and him, daddy chuckling away like a madman. Like the trooper he was, he lay back and gave in to his wives.

Maisie turned to Belle and me and gently kissed us.

"Thank you...both. God...that was, uhh, strange...but God, I liked it," she giggled. "Don't worry. I'm not turning!" she smirked, and we held her, her heart still beating too fast and her face still that beautiful shade of crimson. Her body was warm, moist and lively. "He's quite the lover, hmm?" she blushed. "God knows what I'd be like if I had met someone like him at sixteen!"

"You'd still be a raving lesbo, Maisie," I chuckled, and she lovingly swatted me.

"God. I hope so. After all, I wouldn't have met you two," she sighed, and stroked us.

Mom and Emily had had their fun, although I do think it may have been a mild admonishment for loving Maisie a bit too enthusiastically. We'd have time to talk about that, though. Daddy shifted over and spooned Maisie, her body perfectly shaped for his arms. Mom and Emily smacked her bum, kissed her and grabbed their robes, ready to leave us in this wonderful post-coital atmosphere.

I moved so Maisie was between us and we both cared for her, feeding and washing her cool face down.

"So, has your itch been sufficiently scratched," I chuckled.

"Aye, hen. God..." she wistfully sighed. "Can we just lay here and be quiet? I...I don't think I can talk right now," she chuckled. "Thank you, Chloe. I know that must have been hard for you to watch, but thank you."

Moms gently kissed us all and headed downstairs, leaving the three of us in this beautiful mutual haze.

Maisie was between us, her hands lightly touching us, as she slipped into a silent slumber. Soon enough, Belle slipped from the bed and headed downstairs, playing interference for me, as someone needed to be with Maisie.

"Thank you, daddy," I whispered.

His benign smile was all I needed.

Chapter 59

One year later...

So, we did it! Goodness knows where I've found the time to even write this much!

After Maisie's tryst with daddy, it took us several weeks to regain our balance. Not surprising, actually, as this whole pregnancy has been littered with angst. And joy.

Maisie seemed to be making more of an effort, as if she had to make up for her liaison with my dad. She wouldn't listen to our well-intentioned words, so we allowed her to wallow in her self-pity and angst. For a while. We needed her back, back to the Maisie we could depend on and lean on. At our behest, daddy and she had a few heart-to-hearts. She wouldn't say too much about what they discussed, but dad did tell me she was fine, which put Belle and me at ease. But, we made it through, pretty much unscathed.

I will say, though, that daddy and her definitely became closer, their bond so touching to Belle and me.

We all got stuck in preparing a nursery for our new 'little one.' Of course, I wanted to begin straight away, but Belle tempered my enthusiasm for that! Belle kindly paid for us to go 'private,' ensuring the best care and preparation. When our twentieth week rolled around, we all went for the scan. Talk about trepidation! The nurse slavered up my tummy and we all looked at the screen, waiting for...

The baby was healthy, and the growth was within the guidelines. Yeah. Great! But?? Is it a he, she or it, I wondered.

Daddy had given us a...girl! Another girl! Gosh! My first thought was that daddy only had female spermies, but my heart leapt. A girl. For us!

We were all ecstatic, as were my sisters, moms and dad. They threw a small party for us, but we had to tone down our excitement. We hadn't and weren't going to tell my sisters about the father. All they knew is that we had a donor and they were sort of happy with that. Whew!

Of course, Belle and Maisie began to bandy about names. As much as I wanted my dad's name somewhere in there, I couldn't see how, not without a few raised eyebrows and all. That was tough for me. After all, he was the father. I was so proud of that, but not proud enough for him to bear with the ostracism that would certainly come with it.

Now. Her name. We all threw out different ones, but nothing seemed to work. There was always one of us that smirked or looked quizzical.

Then Maisie calmly asked, "How about Effie? That was my maimeó's, uhh, grandma's, name, aye. I'm not sure if that was her proper name, but it's what I always called her. So...do you like it?" she asked, uncertain if she overstepped.

Belle and I sat there, running the name through our heads and silently calling it out.

"I...I love it, Maisie. Yeah. Effie," I smiled. I turned to Belle. "Whatcha think, darling?"

"I think it's perfect, hun. Yeah. Effie. I can see that; I can even hear it now," she smiled, and we all hugged. "Effie," she repeated, and smiled.

"So...Belle? Maisie and I have been talking and...we'd like to give our girl a middle name, too. We thought 'Belle' would be wonderful. Would you mind, you know, if we named her after you?" I asked, and held my breath. "Effie Belle. I...I love it," I gushed.

"Really? You'd really name your girl...after me?" she asked, surprised and taken aback.

"First of all, she's 'our' girl, Belle. All of ours. We're in this together, aren't we? I...we...want to do this with you!" I pouted. "And yes, we'd love for her to have your name, 'kay?" and she burst into tears. Oops.

So, for the next six months, I was swaddled, cuddled, spoiled and taken care of like never before. We all went to the doctors for my regular checkups, which unsurprisingly went well. The real fraught time was the prenatal classes. When the three of us walked in, the course leader thought Belle was my mom. Oops. Proudly, I told her that no, Belle was my partner...as well as Maisie. You should have seen all the arched eyebrows at that revelation! Screw 'em, we thought. This is us.

We had constant visitors, mainly my family, although Maisie's mum was over, more often than not, too. Maggie and Lily fussed over me, as only sisters could. Dad was enthralled, the rosier and larger I became. I felt beautiful, vibrant and seemed to be in a constant state of horniness.

To say they indulged me would be an understatement! I couldn't get enough of their lips, tongues, fingers and phalluses. I was in the habit of stashing several pairs of panties in my bag whenever I was out, especially with Belle. She indulged me, perhaps a bit too much, during my time. She insisted on spoiling me with new maternity wear every few weeks. I think she just got off on the new, pregnant me! Well, except for the constant peeing! Maisie didn't seem to mind that too much, as we delved back into our playful 'pee time,' but Belle rarely indulged us. A step too far, I guess.

My vagine still gushes when I remember her taking me to an ultra-fancy clothing store in Chelsea, not her usual haunt, I must say, but exquisite nonetheless.

She had me trying various outfits, from these beautiful linen-blend shirt-dresses to a milk-maid smock ensemble. Of course, she would insist on accompanying me into the spacious changing room! Hmmm...

There was this one time, I definitely saw the playfulness in her darling eyes. She had chosen several outfits and marched me to the dressing room. Belle turned me around, facing a full-length mirror. She pulled my hair away and practically begged me to try on this short-sleeved, smock mini-dress. I smirked at her reflection and graciously accepted her help.

I went to unzip my current dress (which there was nothing wrong with!) but she helpfully said she could do it.

"Really, sweetie. I've got this," her fingers lightly on the tiny straps and her free hand unzipping the long dress.

Her eyes were on my back, as the fastener slowly slipped down. Her hands caressed my shoulders and back, as her eyes caught mine in the mirror.

"You know, Chloe. Your body is changing...just like mine did, and you now have this glow about you. Your skin is so...so soft now, so much more so," she smiled, and her lips touched my shoulder blades. "God, Chloe...you smell so delicious. I love your...scent. You smell like...pregnancy," she sighed, her fingers fiddling with my bra catch, even though I wasn't there for a new one! I smirked to myself and let her indulge in her whims.

"You think so, Belle?" I teased. "I don't really see it, but thanks. At least you and Maisie see these changes, hmm? Do you think I should get a new bra? I think this one is still okay, but what do you think?" I coyly asked. "Here. Look. Are they any bigger now? I know they've grown over the last months, but should I go a size up yet?" her eyes glazed with desire and mischief, as I lifted my now engorged tits.

"Let's have a look here, little one," she smiled, loving the little game we'd play on these days out.

She pulled my dress over my hips, leaving me standing in my utilitarian, white, cotton panties and my bra unclasped but hanging on to dear life. It's true, my breasts had swelled...and continued to do so, so my question wasn't too far from reality. She tenderly pulled the bra away.

We all noticed (especially my wives!) the gradual size of my breasts within the last three months. I loved walking around topless, showing off my brand-new, natural B cups! Imagine that! Chloe is a B cup!

"Hmmm, hun. They look okay for now, but goodness, you'll be a C any week now! Won't Maisie be jealous," she chuckled, and lifted one orb, kissing it and then the other. I wrapped my hand around her head and pulled her to my teat.

"Fuck, Belle...I...can't wait to...feed you, darling. God...say you will, Belle. Please...say you will," I pleaded, as she tenderly suckled me. I leaned against the mirror, as she maddeningly licked my fuller breasts. I pushed my chest out, captivated by my new tits.

"Suck me...mommy," I whispered, tapping into her little fetish, as I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled. "Ohhhhh...my...beautiful...Belle," I cried, my back pushed against the mirror and my legs lewdly spread.

"Ohhhh, Chloe. God...I...God, darling...I...I can smell you... God...you're...so," she whined, her mouth adoringly licking and sucking my erect, brown nubs. Her fingers slid too-fucking-easily into my now-wet panties.

"I...I can't help it, Chloe. God...I want you so much," Belle heaved, her fingers caustically rubbing my clitty.

"Ohhhhh, fucBelle," I moaned, my hips taking her fingers. "That's it, Belle. Just...ooooohfuck!" I cried, not caring who could hear.

Her lips swept down my neck and latched onto my nipple, her teeth gently biting the more-than-sensitive nib.

Belle lifted off my sopping breasts and looked at me, her eyes gleaming with desire, and I came, orgasming in my panties and over our Belle's sweet fingers. She egged me on, her near-constant, "More, hun. More!" as she pulled my nipple and rubbed me off.

"Fuck, Belle," I giggled. "You're as bad as me right now!" I giggled, whilst gasping for air. "Thank God for that!" I chuckled, and slipped to the carpeted floor.

Belle licked her fingers, then fed them to me, my secretions taking on a more pungent air. Belle didn't seem to mind, so I indulged her. After all...

"Where is this coming from?" I asked her, later over lunch. "I mean, I'm not complaining, but you seem to be just as voracious as I am. You're not preggers, are you?" I giggled.

Belle lovingly slapped my extended hand and squeezed it.

"I've been looking into it, actually," she chuckled. "I just seem to be hypersensitive to...you. Now, whether it's your pheromones or just some change in me, I haven't figured that out yet. You...you don't mind...because if you do, I can al—" and I stopped her.

"Belle. I love it, 'kay? Maisie's getting a bit pissed off, as we're always at it somewhere or another, but apart from that, gosh...it's just wonderful to share this, ya know?" I smiled, and leaned over the table and kissed her. As usual, we had disparaging looks from the 'Ladies What Lunch' seated next to us. I would benignly smile at whomever and murmur a simple, sarcastic, "Hi!" and kiss Belle...or Maisie again.

It was Maisie who picked up the untended chores, as Belle was near-constantly pulling me to our bed. Maisie, more than once, sweetly admonished Belle, her firm spanks doing nothing to diminish her lust.

On one of the moms' frequent trips to our home, they both chuckled and smirked, commenting that the house smelled like a brothel! Humph!

"Jealous?" I smirked, but then apologised. I knew that their flagging libidos were a cause of mild stress for them both. Big oops there!

I figured I had better embrace this new-found passion, knowing that when Effie finally popped out, the reality would hit home quickly! I worked 'til my third trimester, work keeping me focused and somewhat sane. I still drove my Porsche to work...just! I was getting bigger by the week it seemed, and Maisie and Belle suggested I switch cars with Maisie, hers being a tad roomier and safer. I pouted but happily swapped keys with her.

"Enjoy it, sweetie," I smirked.

And by God, she did! I noticed that when she returned home after a long drive, she was always, yes, always, a bit perky. We began playing a little seductive game where I would pout that she hadn't kissed our foetus goodbye in the mornings, or told her she was home when she walked in after her day was finished.

She was so cute, pretending she was exasperated by my neediness, but she always gave in. I cannot even remember how many dinners were spoilt or burned because of my incessant libido. It got to the point where they almost drew straws to see who would take me upstairs for a quick, early evening fuck. Oh, don't get me wrong, even in my ginormous state, I could always feel their love and desire, even through their feigned indifference.

Maisie would noisily smack my now-fuller arse, spanking me every step up the stairs.

"Up there, slut," she'd giggle, knowing my cravings wouldn't last forever. But until then, well...

Of course, because of my pregnant state, there was no scampering up the stairs for me anymore, so I would waddle my way, one bloody step at a time, with Maisie smacking me every other step. Humph!

But every time we got to the room, I mean every time, I'd turn and look at her, teasingly rubbing my now-sore bum. I'd slip off my now-de rigueur shirt-dress and shimmy my now-larger panties off. I had opted for the hipster style, as they sat comfortably below my baby belly. I'd kick them away, as Maisie would just stare at me, her mouth agape at the changes in my body. I'd slip my bra off, my breasts engorged and full. I'd twiddle with my hair, the pregnant, innocent little one, and seductively pull my lip down.

"My...God, Chloe. How can you look so fucking desirable like this, aye? Look at you. Just...look...at...you," she would sigh, slipping off her dress or trousers. "I think Belle and I should keep you pregnant, leannan. It suits you...in so many ways," she smiled, and I knew she meant it.

Maisie (or Belle) would always begin tenderly, her hands softly swaddling our bump and laying little kisses on our girl. I quivered, as her hands enveloped my growing tummy, enthralled that she still thought me beautiful. Oh, sure, I had my doubts at times, but they both went out of their way to coddle and cuddle me, soothing my hormone-laden body.

I felt like a walrus, as she would help me to the bed, my chuckles and giggles trying to make up for my lack of seductiveness. But then she'd spend so much time on me, reassuring, kissing and touching me. I loved it best when they would slather me with massage oils, kneading every tired muscle and sinew. As soon as Maisie had me kneel, well, then I began to shake.

She would take our collection of phalluses and allow me to choose which one I needed. We all noticed I was picking the largest by now, their tiny, knowing smirks only teased me more.

I'd kneel there, my head lowered and butt as high as I could bring it, but they were always so slow, so patient with me. Then, Maisie or Belle would fuck me from behind, sometimes one and then the other, trying desperately to quench my insatiable libido. Yeah, that's right. First Maisie would take me, her long, drawn-out strokes shaking my trembling body to an almighty orgasm; then, Belle would take her place, her touch different, but just as exquisite as Maisie's.